Mods, please don't lock, I'd like a place to send the idiots that continually dog me through random threads and generally disrupt them for that sake.
Fine. I'll bite. Have a life story. I know I'm a sick and twisted teenager with a warped view and an inappropriate sense of humor. Maybe you'd like to know why?
I know what it's like to work your fvcking balls off for something. I've been doing it as long as I can remember. I was born like 2 and a half months premature; in 19-freaking-86. That's not too big a deal now, but I was supposed to die within hours. I supposedly had gigantism (body too big for organs), I had a condition similar to sleep apnea (except I would cardiac arrest rather than stop breathing). I was also born in the middle of a blizzard, and the hospital was shortstaffed. Somewhere along the line, the decision was made to just strap a bunch of hardware to me and send me home with my parents because they didn't have the staff to take proper care. Thus I, 2 weeks old, tiny as sh!t and near dead as-is, was dragged out in a blizzard with a heart monitor in tow. I somehow managed to survive all that crap. Could probably have made a GIGANTIC KILLING in malpractice, but my parents aren't like that, and I'm glad they aren't.
In kindergarten through third grade, I was considered to have a learning disability. I was slow to learn how to read, I *NEVER*, to this day, memorized the multiplication tables. Low and behold in 4th grade, they introduced the Gifted and Talented program, and I was instantly tossed up there with all the smart kids that I'd never met before. I did EXTREMELY well, but learned not to like school.
My mother was a professional volunteer; working thousands of hours (she was literally like an unpaid fulltime employee. She spent more time there than the teachers) at my elementary school until long after I'd left it. She NEVER brought home a paycheck. NEVER, in my entire life. My dad hasn't had a raise since Proctor and Gamble bought Noxxell (1993?). He makes $40,000 a year. Forty. Grand. And that's PRE-TAX.
Then, in 1997, my mom underwent a quintuple (actually only ended up being quadruple, they decided mid-operation to leave the other one alone or else she'd die) bypass surgury. Diabetes related heart-disease. During recovery, she experienced a stroke and hasn't been the same person since. She's been deteriorating slowly since then. Pre-surgury, she supposedly had ~6 months to live. Post-surgury, they gave her 7 years. That was in 1997. She can't walk on her own anymore. She needs significant help to stand up. She has no bladder control. She's half blind. She's had a toe amputated (also diabetes related) and another one is starting to look dangerous. Next time they won't take just a toe, they'll take an entire leg. She has very little feeling in her lower legs and feet. She's on every damned class of drug ever invented; medical bills are $100,000+ /year, and all but a few thousand are covered by insurance. It's a freaking MIRACLE P&G didn't can my dad for costing them too much on their employee insurance plans during a recent series of layoffs. She basically sits on the couch and watches game shows now, and harasses my insecure little brother about girls. She can't collect on social security because they say she's not disabled enough and my dad makes "too much money."
My half sister, 33 years old, is a whore. A filthy whore. She has... Like, 5 kids, and has disowned 2 of them entirely. Guess who their legal guardians are now? Yeah, my parents. One (a little boy) is in first grade and was sexually abused by one of my sister's boyfriends. The other is a 6th grade girl, who claims not to have been abused but I somehow doubt that, and is the single most unhappy person I've ever met in my fvcking life.
My little brother is pretty stupid. He has no skills. No goals in life. D student in standard classes. He's very easy to anger and almost murderous over VERY stupid things.
My dad went to a community college for 1 semester and studied accounting. That's it. So you have a totally dysfunctional family of six with only one semi-bright spot living on $40,000/yr in a lower-upper class area (Yes, that's higher than upper-middle class)
Through the sheer generosity of my grandmother, she sold this house, which with the land it's sitting on, could have EASILY brought in half a million dollars, to us in the mid-90's for $40,000. We've pinched and scraped since the day I was born to maintain a semi-decent lifestyle. We have a lot of cars; but together, less was paid for them than a single new Honda Civic. We've done rennovations here and there to the house using "borrowed" supplies, equipment and money (my grandfather "loaned" us $10,000 to build a sunroom. Dad had every intention of paying him back, but he REFUSED to cash the check) to raise the value the house in the event that we need emergency money. Dad's also worked terribly hard to build insane credit and has a ton of credit on tap for emergency usage.
Now, before you bastards pick on me for wasting my family's limited funding with my computers, with the exception of the ones bought before my 13th birthday, I've worked for these things. Never a "normal" job, I could never get to/from a normal job back then, because my mom is incapable of driving and dad works as much as he can. Instead, I worked little odd jobs for people. Then, on my 16th birthday, I had an idea. Start selling my skills. WingCorp Custom Computers was born. This is my "selling shady computers out of my parent's basement" operation that you people love to harass me about. It no longer exists, though, because I simply no longer have the time nor energy to devote to it anymore, and people are getting EXCESSIVELY stupid. I sold several hundred computers over it's existance, peaking at ~1/day for about 2 months in two locations; here in Maryland and in Southern California through a friend of mine. I was actually going to open a branch office there up until about two months ago, when I decided to can the operation altogether. Things got EXCESSIVELY technically complex dealing with the infrastructure of this operation and were costing WAY too much money (anyone wanna buy a CSU/DSU? It works.) THAT's where the money that's bought me the things I've wanted has come from. I do severely regret not saving it, because now I'm faced with the extraordinarily difficult problem of paying for college. THIS is why I'm going to that pansy little satellite campus that ATOT has delighted in teasing me about. It's CHEAP.
Word of more outsourcing at P&G has come down lately; apparently all cosmetics production is going overseas in a few years time. Once that goes, there's little need for seasoned warehouse safety technicians like my dad (the warehouses here aren't distribution, they're pre-production) and not much else around here that a guy who's worked one place his entire life and has little education can do. The rumored timeline for this falls... RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY COLLEGE EDUCATION!
So yes, I have little experience. But no, I don't have everything served up to me on a silver platter just because I live with my parents. And with that, I open up this thread to every little potshot you'd like to take at me. I don't care. But before you get on my ass for my comments, understand where I'm coming from. I'm sure it'll give you more ammo to use against me.
Fine. I'll bite. Have a life story. I know I'm a sick and twisted teenager with a warped view and an inappropriate sense of humor. Maybe you'd like to know why?
I know what it's like to work your fvcking balls off for something. I've been doing it as long as I can remember. I was born like 2 and a half months premature; in 19-freaking-86. That's not too big a deal now, but I was supposed to die within hours. I supposedly had gigantism (body too big for organs), I had a condition similar to sleep apnea (except I would cardiac arrest rather than stop breathing). I was also born in the middle of a blizzard, and the hospital was shortstaffed. Somewhere along the line, the decision was made to just strap a bunch of hardware to me and send me home with my parents because they didn't have the staff to take proper care. Thus I, 2 weeks old, tiny as sh!t and near dead as-is, was dragged out in a blizzard with a heart monitor in tow. I somehow managed to survive all that crap. Could probably have made a GIGANTIC KILLING in malpractice, but my parents aren't like that, and I'm glad they aren't.
In kindergarten through third grade, I was considered to have a learning disability. I was slow to learn how to read, I *NEVER*, to this day, memorized the multiplication tables. Low and behold in 4th grade, they introduced the Gifted and Talented program, and I was instantly tossed up there with all the smart kids that I'd never met before. I did EXTREMELY well, but learned not to like school.
My mother was a professional volunteer; working thousands of hours (she was literally like an unpaid fulltime employee. She spent more time there than the teachers) at my elementary school until long after I'd left it. She NEVER brought home a paycheck. NEVER, in my entire life. My dad hasn't had a raise since Proctor and Gamble bought Noxxell (1993?). He makes $40,000 a year. Forty. Grand. And that's PRE-TAX.
Then, in 1997, my mom underwent a quintuple (actually only ended up being quadruple, they decided mid-operation to leave the other one alone or else she'd die) bypass surgury. Diabetes related heart-disease. During recovery, she experienced a stroke and hasn't been the same person since. She's been deteriorating slowly since then. Pre-surgury, she supposedly had ~6 months to live. Post-surgury, they gave her 7 years. That was in 1997. She can't walk on her own anymore. She needs significant help to stand up. She has no bladder control. She's half blind. She's had a toe amputated (also diabetes related) and another one is starting to look dangerous. Next time they won't take just a toe, they'll take an entire leg. She has very little feeling in her lower legs and feet. She's on every damned class of drug ever invented; medical bills are $100,000+ /year, and all but a few thousand are covered by insurance. It's a freaking MIRACLE P&G didn't can my dad for costing them too much on their employee insurance plans during a recent series of layoffs. She basically sits on the couch and watches game shows now, and harasses my insecure little brother about girls. She can't collect on social security because they say she's not disabled enough and my dad makes "too much money."
My half sister, 33 years old, is a whore. A filthy whore. She has... Like, 5 kids, and has disowned 2 of them entirely. Guess who their legal guardians are now? Yeah, my parents. One (a little boy) is in first grade and was sexually abused by one of my sister's boyfriends. The other is a 6th grade girl, who claims not to have been abused but I somehow doubt that, and is the single most unhappy person I've ever met in my fvcking life.
My little brother is pretty stupid. He has no skills. No goals in life. D student in standard classes. He's very easy to anger and almost murderous over VERY stupid things.
My dad went to a community college for 1 semester and studied accounting. That's it. So you have a totally dysfunctional family of six with only one semi-bright spot living on $40,000/yr in a lower-upper class area (Yes, that's higher than upper-middle class)
Through the sheer generosity of my grandmother, she sold this house, which with the land it's sitting on, could have EASILY brought in half a million dollars, to us in the mid-90's for $40,000. We've pinched and scraped since the day I was born to maintain a semi-decent lifestyle. We have a lot of cars; but together, less was paid for them than a single new Honda Civic. We've done rennovations here and there to the house using "borrowed" supplies, equipment and money (my grandfather "loaned" us $10,000 to build a sunroom. Dad had every intention of paying him back, but he REFUSED to cash the check) to raise the value the house in the event that we need emergency money. Dad's also worked terribly hard to build insane credit and has a ton of credit on tap for emergency usage.
Now, before you bastards pick on me for wasting my family's limited funding with my computers, with the exception of the ones bought before my 13th birthday, I've worked for these things. Never a "normal" job, I could never get to/from a normal job back then, because my mom is incapable of driving and dad works as much as he can. Instead, I worked little odd jobs for people. Then, on my 16th birthday, I had an idea. Start selling my skills. WingCorp Custom Computers was born. This is my "selling shady computers out of my parent's basement" operation that you people love to harass me about. It no longer exists, though, because I simply no longer have the time nor energy to devote to it anymore, and people are getting EXCESSIVELY stupid. I sold several hundred computers over it's existance, peaking at ~1/day for about 2 months in two locations; here in Maryland and in Southern California through a friend of mine. I was actually going to open a branch office there up until about two months ago, when I decided to can the operation altogether. Things got EXCESSIVELY technically complex dealing with the infrastructure of this operation and were costing WAY too much money (anyone wanna buy a CSU/DSU? It works.) THAT's where the money that's bought me the things I've wanted has come from. I do severely regret not saving it, because now I'm faced with the extraordinarily difficult problem of paying for college. THIS is why I'm going to that pansy little satellite campus that ATOT has delighted in teasing me about. It's CHEAP.
Word of more outsourcing at P&G has come down lately; apparently all cosmetics production is going overseas in a few years time. Once that goes, there's little need for seasoned warehouse safety technicians like my dad (the warehouses here aren't distribution, they're pre-production) and not much else around here that a guy who's worked one place his entire life and has little education can do. The rumored timeline for this falls... RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY COLLEGE EDUCATION!
So yes, I have little experience. But no, I don't have everything served up to me on a silver platter just because I live with my parents. And with that, I open up this thread to every little potshot you'd like to take at me. I don't care. But before you get on my ass for my comments, understand where I'm coming from. I'm sure it'll give you more ammo to use against me.
